Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Sonnet 116 by William Shakespeare

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.


Fantastic Figments said...

AHHH yes the great. I love this sonnet. Always reminds me of my favorite Love is Not All. If you haven't read it look for it. Really nice. Although not the same the passion is there.

Love your blog, just stumbled upon it and ejoy it!


Fantastic Figments said...

Oh and I am just throwing this out there.. I am not sure where you are from but I just noticed in your likes that you wrote Lily and The Rose. Just curious what that means to you becuase I use to work for that company. Could be totaly different but I just don't hear that name too much.

Adeline Jessica said...

Thank you for liking my blog!
I'll check out that book. I haven't heard of it. One book that DOES contain, in my opion, the intensity of this sonnet is Wuthering Heights.

Lily and Rose are two characters/one character from my favorite book, The Magus by John Fowles. They are also symbols on the "Magician" Tarot card.